Morning came too soon and with it we packed up and piled into the Impala. Nothing was said by any one and John was even refusing to acknowledge me. I was hoping maybe sobering up would help the situation but it just seemed to make it worse. I took the back seat wanting to be as far from John as I could get and settled in to a long car ride to god knows where. Quickly into the trip I zoned out and started daydreaming. Hours later I noticed familiar signs and names and finally I realized where we were going. We were visiting Bobby. Well at least I can escape John for a bit, I thought. Finally an hour later we were pulling into his junkyard. We all step out of the car and make our way to the house.

"What brings you out my way this time John?" Bobby's gruff voice floated in from the kitchen. "And where is Sam?"

A low growl could be heard, "Sam left, for college." Came the short reply. I started to make my way into the kitchen but froze in the doorway when I heard the next line, "And I need Arianna to stay with you."

I didn't understand, "What?" came out before I could stop it.

"You heard me. I don't need or want you staying with me. You are just a burden."

Apparently he was not over last night and being sober changed nothing.

"What!" this time it was Bobby who spoke up. "What in the hell are you doing John?"

"I don't need anymore extra baggage, Sam decided to leave on his own. This one" pointing towards me, "just needs to be cut loose it seems."

"You raised her?" Bobby shouted, "And you just want to leave her behind?"

"Yeah." Came the one word reply. John shoved past me into the living room where Dean was, his eyes were wide and is mouth hung open slightly. I guess he didn't know either.

I heard Bobby stalk into another room and came back with a shotgun, cocked it and pointed it at John. "You can leave now. Before I shoot you full of buckshot." He said in a low steady voice. Glancing my way he adds, "There is a guest bed upstairs you can have, you don't need to put up with this sad drunk any more." Before focusing back on John. "You can leave anytime now."

John paused then looked to Dean, "Go grab Arianna's stuff from the car."

Dean hesitated before going outside. While he was gone nothing was said, the tension in the air just grew thicker. Finally Dean came back and handed me my bag. I looked him in the eyes, begging him not to let his father do this. But I saw the conflict and I knew in the end he was a good soldier and wouldn't break ranks.

"Come one, Dean. We should go." And with that John turned and stormed out of the house. Dean paused looking at me, "Sorry princess. " he mumbled. I reached out a squeezed his hand, he returned the gesture and leaned forward quickly and kissed my brow. "Stay safe." I said before he glanced back and gave me a nod.

Once I couldn't hear the Impala anymore I broke down. I collapsed on the couch and sobbed. I'm sure Bobby grabbed a near by blanket and draped it over me. Then he grabbed my stuff and hauled it upstairs to the room he mentioned.

It would be years before I saw or heard from Dean; Sam on the other hand called me once he had settled into college a few weeks later. I wasn't sure how to broached the topic with him and I was close to just not telling him what happened the day after he left. But then he asked a question I was dreading answering.

"So how are dad and Dean? I have tried calling them but it seems they switched phones."

"I, uh, I don't know." I didn't go into details not sure how to even tell him.

Sam laughed, "You don't know?"

"Look, Sam, the day after you left, John, umm…" I paused thinking of the best way to explain to him. "We got into a fight and he dropped me off at Bobby's and left." There was silence on the other end of the line, "I haven't heard from him or Dean since."

"Ari, I'm so sorry! This is all my fault."

I interrupted Sam before he could finish, "No, don't say that. You needed to leave. You know how your dad is, it was bound to happen with the mood he was in." I was trying to lighten the situation up so Sam wouldn't blame himself. "I'm sure once he cools off he will come back."

I didn't believe what I was saying but I needed Sam to believe it. Finally I got Sam placated and settled into a conversation about his school. By the end of the call I was smiling, happy knowing that at last Sammy got out and was going well. I kept waiting to hear from at least Dean, but I'm sure John wanted to cut me out of their lives and he wouldn't go against his father. So I settled into a routine with Bobby. I would help him around the junkyard, even got a job at the local diner. We would go on hunts together when we heard of something near by and I kept up my training daily.

Sam would still call time to time and I loved hearing about his success but eventually the calls became less and less. I understood, he was busy and building a new life for himself. About a year later I worked up the courage to ask Sam for Dean's new number but when I tried calling no one answered. I left a message for him but I never heard back. I decided to let it go, if he wanted to talk to me he had my number and would call. Maybe it was for the best. Which is why five years after being left at Bobby's I was shocked at who walked through the door one day.